Here

Being in the car for twenty hours has warped my mind. And my back. It is far from here to there and back, but I still have to go back. Funny how being away from home and at home feels completely foreign. The mountains feel like home. I suppose that's where all my good memories live. Nestled in among the trees and rocks. I wish the car could travel back in time to the places I really miss; the places I would gladly stay in forever, given the chance. I don't need to move on and reach my goals. It's not that important to me when it comes down to that or eternal happiness. I choose happiness.
So dad reads the paper and mom gets her new age treatments and hopefully I'll get a massage later. Only a few people know I'm here. I feel like a spy. My sister doesn't care that I'm here. But an old friend said he would make time for me, even though he is super busy. I can always count on him to make me feel good. That's why he's still my friend after all these years. Even after some rough ones.
I want to ride a horse. Go off on four hooves into the trees and wilderness and remember that for a while.